New Beauty Queens Songtext
Put on your makeup, put on your deceptive smile. Go pluck your eyebrows to the right fashion-magazine disguise. Step right up, step right up into the light - or should I say persuasive twilight of tonight...
He said: "Don't tell yer mama, don't tell a livin' soul" Casually unzipping his new stonewashed 501's. She said: "That wasn't half-bad" wiping the corner of her mouth, "mm, I bet we'll find some room between the whiskey and the rye..."
Make way for the new beauty queens, the new beauty queens!
Cover up your blisters, tuck up your blues. Baby don't let nobody understand where you got that bruise. Pancake and eyeliner - a finetuned machine - with the devil on your right hand and the same dude on your left.
Make way for the new beauty queens, the new beauty queens!
Now, there's a midget in the bar with tattoos from head to toe. Mediocre keychain-posing forty-year olds looking for to score. Down in the basement there's a line to get aligned - and if you don't believe me check it out you might just fit in fine.
Make way for the new beauty queens, the new beauty queens!
So how does it feel to be an infamous commodity for narcissistic closet-fags who don't care if you mean it' What you need is love and bits and pieces of an awful lot of truth to stand up straight and speak out loud that "I don't regret a single thing, no I don't regret a single thing, no I don't regret a single thing - One single thing at all!"
Make way for the new beauty queens, the new beauty queens.
He said: "Don't tell yer mama, don't tell a livin' soul" Casually unzipping his new stonewashed 501's. She said: "That wasn't half-bad" wiping the corner of her mouth, "mm, I bet we'll find some room between the whiskey and the rye..."
Make way for the new beauty queens, the new beauty queens!
Cover up your blisters, tuck up your blues. Baby don't let nobody understand where you got that bruise. Pancake and eyeliner - a finetuned machine - with the devil on your right hand and the same dude on your left.
Make way for the new beauty queens, the new beauty queens!
Now, there's a midget in the bar with tattoos from head to toe. Mediocre keychain-posing forty-year olds looking for to score. Down in the basement there's a line to get aligned - and if you don't believe me check it out you might just fit in fine.
Make way for the new beauty queens, the new beauty queens!
So how does it feel to be an infamous commodity for narcissistic closet-fags who don't care if you mean it' What you need is love and bits and pieces of an awful lot of truth to stand up straight and speak out loud that "I don't regret a single thing, no I don't regret a single thing, no I don't regret a single thing - One single thing at all!"
Make way for the new beauty queens, the new beauty queens.